Personal Narrative: Growing Up My Mother

Growing up my mother was my primary caregiver, and she (and the rest of my extended family) would describe me as being difficult. Although I was very curious and open to new situations, my reactions were intense and my sleep was very light and lasted for a very a short period of time during the day. To put me to sleep as a baby my parents would either have to drive around in a car for hours or walk me in a stroller for hours, but as soon as they stopped to put me to bed I would wake up screaming and crying. I was walking by 9 months of age and was very fearless and resourceful. If you looked away and then back again and I was gone, you would have to literally search the house from top to bottom because I could be in the top kitchen cupboards
or above the Refrigerator. If I couldn’t get my way I would put the back of my hand to my forehead and then throw myself to the ground and proceed to cry dramatically. I would have to say I agree with my mother based off of all the stories I have heard about myself from everyone in the family. Funnily enough at age 7 or 8 that all changed and I became the easiest, calmest, and most cautious child in the family.